Chapter 16
Nathalie sat beside the fire totally dejected for some time before she realized that Arne had not moved or spoken. Cautiously, she got to her feet and peered over at him. He was apparently asleep.
Perhaps! she thought with a sudden flush of hope. Perhaps I can still fool them.
Warily, she made her way to the dresser and carefully pulled open the drawer so as not to make a sound. Keeping her eyes on the bed every moment, she pulled the ugly dildo from its hiding place, closed the door, and returned to her chair. Stealthily, she inserted the dildo and looked about for a place to throw it lest he awaken quickly. Her eyes noted the slop jar beneath the bed. Could she get that far with it? she wondered. She looked up.
The dog was still whining and its head was turned over its shoulder to stare mournfully at her though he never left the position his master had commanded.
Again the salve began to burn. She prayed he would not decide to eat her meat, though she could not help but snicker to herself at how ludicrous he would look with persimmon juice puckering his mouth. It seemed that the salve bumed sooner than before and soon it was so painful, she could stand no more. Slipping it out of her cunt, she hurried back to the dresser and returned it to its hiding place.
This time, she thought, I shall not let it go so long. I very nearly did not make it before and I had not so much as been touched.
She walked over to the bed and nudged the master.
"Please," she said impatiently. "Can you not return to your own bed to sleep?"
Arne stretched lazily and then grinned up at her. Reaching up he pulled her down on the bed and rolled her over between him and the dog.
"Hello, little slut," he said tenderly. "It has been many a moon since a woman has managed to please me."
The words cut at her. She could not imagine why, but she tightened her jaw and glared into his eyes.
"I managed nothing, sir!" she snapped. "I was ordered, if you remember correctly."
"Abnhhhh, yes," he smiled, not at all bothered by her stiffness. "We must still play the game, must we not. You did not enjoy heaping kisses upon my cock, or nibbling, teasing, taunting me out of my mind. No, little bitch, much of what you did to me, I had no part in teaching you. God you are a wild one!"
"Oh, I am wild, sir!" she hissed. "I vomited for ten minutes after it. I thought if I pleased you, you would go away-leave me alone. I can bear no more."
"Ha! You are wild for more. It is not just the dog that bothers you," he laughed. "It is me you want, Nathalie. Why can you not admit it?"
"Because it would be a he!" she stormed.
Completely amused by what he thought was her proud front, he gently but firmly turned her over to face the animal.
"Poor Duke," he said soothingly to the dog. "You have waited so patiently."
He reached beneath Nathalie and pulled the dog's rump up between her legs. One hand teased her lips gently as the other guided the dog's prick into her cunt. It was weeping wildly, and though Nathalie's tunnel was very dry it slid in easily. When Arne's fingers slipped between the lips of her outer flesh, he felt her dryness and reached down to lather her with the dog's juices.
The dog was humping wildly, his ass jerking as he whined. Arne's fingers slid down into the girl's slit and began toying with her meat.
"Uuuuuuugh!" she grunted with a shudder.
The dog was whining and whimpering in a frenzy of misery.
"What's the matter, boy?" Arne asked. "He never has acted like that."
His voice was filled with concern, but his own cock had jerked back to attention and his mind was becoming fogged with his own hungers. He teased his cock in the crack of the girl's ass and when he pressed against the tight little asshole, his lust was inflamed. He had not thought of sticking the girl before. It had been too many years and there was little pleasure in it.
This tight little asshole was another matter. Suddenly, he had to feel that constriction squeezing into his cock. Harder and harder he pushed, allowing his mind to run rampant with anticipation.
Nathalie had not really noticed what was going on behind her. She was totally concerned now with the dog. He was whimpering and whining and Nathalie was well aware of the cause of his problem. The salve had rubbed off on him, and as hot as he was, his prick has started to shrivel. He was in a frenzy as he stabbed his prick into her but the harder he frictioned, the limper his organ became as the salve worked on his open flesh. She was certain it was beginning to burn.
The master is bound to guess, she thought, frantic with fear. If he guesses, I will lose the whole thing.
At that moment, Arne rammed his cock into her anus and the pain screamed through her, blotting out all other thoughts-and all other fears.
"Eyiiiiiiiiii!" she screamed and she could not twist or jerk away from him because to move even the slightest was to intensify the pain.
Only the head was buried so far but it was so agonizing that she could not even breathe.
She wailed out her misery and the dog wailed right along with her. His prick was now only a limp, shrunken penis, and he jumped down off of the bed and began running miserably around and around the room, howling over the burning pain in his organ.
"Take a deep breath," Arne commanded and Nathalie obeyed, praying it would help but he only rammed his throbbing cock deeper into her bowel until he was completely imbedded in her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he moaned with satisfaction. He reached around to feel of the dog and the girl but the dog was gone.
His mind was burning too hotly to worry about it. Slipping his finger into the girl's slit, he began to massage her meat as he pumped into her depths.
The pain was excruciating. Nathalie thought surely she would die of it. She prayed that she would faint. Arne's finger in her slit caused no sensation at all but the other hand, grazing up her belly, cupping her breasts, teasing her body from one end to the other was a terrible contrast to the hideous pain in her rectum.
"My God, what an ass," he moaned, grinding his loins about. "Feel it, Nathalie?"
"Nnnnnnnph! Nnnnnph! Nnnnnph!" she grunted, gasping for air and whimpering out her terrible misery.
She could feel him searching out her nugget, feeling for her pulse.
"It is horrible!" she screamed. "Dear God, please let me die!"
Arne jerked his hand away from her loins. She had shown him. Whatever happened next, he would know that she at least had felt none of his tender caresses.
Now he grabbed her almost brutally by the thighs and began slamming home his groin against her ass. Surely he would rip her and she would die of some terrible internal hemorrhage. Her wails filled the air, drowning out the whines of the dog and the grunts of the man.
She could smell the odors of his passion, feel the sweat running down off of his body onto her as he pulled her up on the bed until her ass was high in the air as he pistoned down into her.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she moaned over and over in a wailing chant of pain and malevolence at this abomination. Nothing could be so contemptible or repugnant as to be impaled in this odious manner. Her head was buried in the mattress, her hands pulling at her hair as she jerked her head from side to side in a convulsion of sickening disgust.
Then his strokes quickened and she could feel his cock swell as he stiffened against her.
Get it over with, she prayed. Get it over with now!
Grinding his groin heavily against her ass, he shot his cum deep into her gut with long, powerful spurts.
"Eyyiiiiiuiiii!" he roared like a mighty bull, and he pounded out the last of his seed into her desecrated bowel.
She collapsed as he pulled out and lay sobbing hopelessly before him. He reached down and touched her shoulder gently.
"You really are frigid, are you not, Nathalie?" he asked.
She jerked up onto her elbow and stared up at him through her tears.
"My God, of course," she wailed accusingly.
He got to his feet and slowly dressed. The dog's pain had evidently stopped for he had gone over and laid down before the fire. Arne called him over and took the leash.
"I am sorry, child," he said regretfully. "You gave me something I had long forgotten. 'Tis a pity. We might have made it."
Then he was gone.